# Brandon's memory   “To serve as a Gamma and an Enforcer is a big honor,” Elliot told him after his training for the day had concluded.   Brandon was no older than seventeen and was undergoing his four-year training in the Council with the future Alpha, Cohen, and the future Beta, Liam.   “Sure, Gamma is lower than an Alpha and Beta, but a Gamma is the voice of the pack,” His superior went on as they walked side by side. “A Gamma is the closest ranking officer to those below him. Of course, the system changed nowadays. Anyone could talk to the Alpha and the Beta directly. But, Gamma is still the representative of the pack members. He must have a tight relationship with everyone because not everyone is brave enough to talk to Alpha

"The black book you gave to us is really helpful," Vincent said, popping up a bottle of beer and handing it to Brandon. "It had been two days since you holed up here." For two days, Brandon had been racking his brain inside out. He knew Celeste was a shapeshifter who could take the form of a bird, but he didn't expect that she had other abilities. Brandon still had the sample he collected from the nightclub. "Is that a real diamond?" Brandon pointed to the glass vial containing a broken piece of the diamond dome that Celeste created to shield him and the waitress from the explosion. Not only did she shield them, but she also contained the blast radius. There were no casualties, but the damages were severe. The nightclub was in pieces. "Yes, a hundred percent," Vincent replied, patting the brown file next to the glass vial. "I'd guess that's how she got her surname. Celeste Diamond." 

He said it. There was no taking back. The words left his mouth. All that was left was his pride on the verge of shattering. Brandon looked at Celeste, frowning when he realized she was biting her lips. It took everything in him from kissing her again, just to punish her for biting her lips. But then, her strong scent of roses almost broke Brandon's control. He retreated away from her, closing his nose. He couldn't breathe Celeste's scent more than he had to. Right now, her scent had filled the living room, and Brandon could feel his wolf was clawing its way out. Having an Alpha wolf made it even more, harder to control. "D-Dante..." Celeste stuttered, looking surprised at his sudden action. Brandon covered his mouth with his hands as he felt his canines elongate. His wolf was far too close to the surface. "Sorry. I didn't mean to confess and retreat away from you like you were so

Vincent returned to the safe house and noticed there was nobody in it. The I.V drip was still hanging on the rack, but the needle was coated in blood as if someone forcibly pulled it out. Although the situation pointed that something had happened, Vincent chose not to think negatively. Even though Brandon was still in his rut, there was no way someone could defeat him easily. He had undergone numerous training during his days in the Council. Brandon was practically a killing machine if he desired to be. Nothing was indicating that he was attacked in the room. The safe house was fully reinforced and soundproofed. But the motion sensors in the perimeter had logged an intruder's presence a few minutes ago. Vincent sat down and typed on the keyboard, mapping the intruder's movement. "The intruder had followed Brandon's tracks," he said to himself before an alert appeared on the screen. Something had happened in the west wing

Celeste's eyes fluttered open, and her nose breathed in a familiar scent. Groaning with a hand pressed against her forehead, Celeste sat up and looked around. Nothing felt familiar. The bed smelled like Dante, and her clothes smelled exactly like him. His scent was everywhere in the room. Celeste's eyes widened before reaching for the door and rushed out, not knowing why she would smell Dante's everywhere but couldn't hear him anywhere. "That's not it!" Leto's voice came from somewhere. Celeste made her way, following the sound of the voice until she stumbled into a room and saw Leto and Dante staring at a computer while an unknown man was doing something in the kitchen."What kind of unholy combination is this?" Celeste asked. She knew Leto always had a hard time trusting someone, let alone talking to someone and treating them like friends. "Where am I? Where are we? And